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When I was 6, my best friend Bryan, who lived across the street from me, asked me to marry him. It seemed like a good idea at the time, so I went in my jewelry box and got my She-Ra ring, and a pretty plastic purple jewel ring that I won in a gumball machine. His older sister married us on my front lawn. We had plans to live in my playhouse, but 6:00 rolled around, and we both had to go in for dinner. Nothing much was said about our marriage from that point on, I think the next day we started an involved game of freeze tag or something.
Sorry Wine&Silver...I've never really been proposed to, but I wanted to reply to your thread because no one else has.
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